I have a lot of things I wish I had said, but even more things I wish I hadn’t. I’m stuck in this strange realm between biting my tongue and using it to flick poison in your general direction. I’m caught in the middle, and I keep settling things with a coin flip, leaving it … Continue reading “I craved a home for my heart, and in my rush to find it, I ignored the tiny pieces I was leaving behind with every step I took.”
Tag: suicide
“I wasted all of my good fortune on memories that could never last. I didn’t save anything, so of course I have nothing…” (part 5 of 5)
I want fortune to listen As I struggle with my speech, To flinch as the words reveal Scar after scar. My words resonate regret, And as all moisture Evaporates in my throat, Every note is coated In varying shades Of a screeching rust.
“I exist as nothing but sin, which is why karma is my best friend; I deserve these, all of these…I have earned every last cut…” (part 4 of 5)
I want karma to see Every mistake I carved In my attempt To reap forgiveness. Are these lines Repentance for the past Or a reflection of me And the tomorrow I’ll never escape?
“If fate is the reason for my everything, then why am I baring these burdens alone? I never asked this, so why? I just want to know why..” (part 3 of 5)
I want fate to touch My crowning breath, To blister in its fever As it traces crimson Around naked necks. It’s a vibrant sensation, Echoing the shade of dusk Throughout my bones Until they are reduced To Georgia Red Clay.
WordPress saved my life
This blog has meant the world to me. I’ve only been doing this for a few months, and it’s not very big, but just having a place to let my thoughts leak out, without having to hold back, is keeping me alive. I started a new job on Monday, because I had a mental breakdown … Continue reading WordPress saved my life
From chaos and all its corollary elements, how is it that every breath in the expanse of existence has lead this Universe towards the creation of the exact me?
I woke up today thinking it was Wednesday. This was odd, as yesterday was Monday, and I didn’t recall doing any time traveling. Where did my Tuesday go? I checked my phone and it confirmed my internal clock must be broken, because of course it was Tuesday. It was Tuesday, April 24th, 2018, the day … Continue reading From chaos and all its corollary elements, how is it that every breath in the expanse of existence has lead this Universe towards the creation of the exact me?
May 3rd, 2018. It’s been 5 years, and I’ve spent that entire span of time proving you right. I’m alone today, and I really shouldn’t be alone today..
“Why do you want to die?” ~I’ve asked myself that question a thousand times, and I’ve come up with a thousand different answers. It depends on the time of day, whether or not I’ve seen the Sun in the past 24 hours. It changes based on how full I am, and whether or not I’ve … Continue reading May 3rd, 2018. It’s been 5 years, and I’ve spent that entire span of time proving you right. I’m alone today, and I really shouldn’t be alone today..
I’m only wearing these emotions. It’s all painted on passion, washed away during any rainy day.
It eats away at you from the outside in, or the inside out, or whatever fucking way makes sense to you. Honestly, it doesn’t mean a fucking thing, how this world breaks us. In the end, it doesn’t matter how a soul is ripped apart, because nobody has time to spare grief for another person's … Continue reading I’m only wearing these emotions. It’s all painted on passion, washed away during any rainy day.
“I let you in, caught myself swallowing your air, your every word stroking the walls of my lungs, giving me a reason to breath.”
I’ve spent entire dreams on you. Your soft hands return to me, And I feel safe again. I know it’s not real, Just light from the Moon, A lie that bends my seas. I fight for every moment, Breaking clocks and watches, Turning hands back While leaving others blinking 8’s. But you always catch me, … Continue reading “I let you in, caught myself swallowing your air, your every word stroking the walls of my lungs, giving me a reason to breath.”
I haven’t prayed to God, any God, in years, so don’t mistake my screaming to the sky as blaming God for anything.
You bare your teeth to the pavement, And a heavy throat rumbles Like jagged thunder. It’s not yet time for the fireflies, So you are left with chewed fingernails, Coffee kisses and limestone skin. The Moon is calling you, Because you are a tide, Slowly spreading your cerulean Towards the edge of creation, Only to … Continue reading I haven’t prayed to God, any God, in years, so don’t mistake my screaming to the sky as blaming God for anything.









